This morning was spent sleepily opening stockings [I had two this year, one from my mom + one from Erich], followed by a coffee break, to fuel us for unwrapping our presents. Everyone was spoiled with wonderful, thoughtful presents. We headed over for breakfast with my stepdad, which was followed by gifts + March of the Wooden Soldiers [which might be the creepiest holiday movie I have ever seen]. All day, I couldn't shake the sadness I was feeling. I kept thinking about how this was the first Christmas Dom would not be celebrating, then I thought about those families in Newtown. There is so much to be lucky for in this world + I hope that these people can find things that will bring light + love their way.
Its only 830, but I am heading into bed. The holidays always wear me out, especially since we went on a crazy cleaning spree earlier this evening. I hope you all had a wonderful day + try to spread cheer to those around you.